He trains her. Only this time, it's how to be a functioning, undead member of society.
Emotions are hard, everything is so intense to her now.
The words slip out before she means to take a sip of wine. He had wanted her to try it, brought it over. It had paired well with dinner. He freezes.
She runs, instinctually.
She always forgets he's faster than she is. He's always been faster.
She hasn't seen his eyes like this since she had woken up after being shot.
"Do you mean it?" He asks, he's trapped her against her own front door.
She can't speak.
She nods instead.
He kisses her more intensely than she knew was possible, and she finally feels like her emotions are okay. Just for a moment.
Or a few hours.
Elijah has always been able to fix little problems with ease.
He whispers his love against her lips, and she just kisses him.
There's no need to have so much gear anymore.
She sleeps next to a walking weapon. She doesn't mind getting the knives out of her boots and stakes out of her sleeves. She's still armed to the teeth.
Finis